Mis manos traducción al Inglés

My hands are green field
Where they have fed
My parents, children and siblings
And some other guests

With them I dealt with a screw
The handles of the plow
With them I cut the firewood
For a reheated taco

With one I wrote my name
With the other I wrote my song
With one I wipe my forehead
With the other I dried my tears
With one I wrote my name
With the other I wrote my song
With one I wipe my forehead
With the other I dried my tears

If I want them, they tell me.
If they are a well-sown field
That with some drizzle
They must continue harvesting
So that mine can eat

And one or another guest
With them I took my mother
To give him a kiss on the forehead
I also hugged my father.
On a silent wolf day
Speechless Peladio

The hands are the ones that spoke.
With one I wrote my name
With the other I wrote my song
With one I wipe my forehead
With the other I dried my tears
With one I wrote my name
With the other I wrote my song
With one I wipe my forehead
With the other I dried my tears
If I want them, they tell me.
To them I know my song